Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Half-Step Mad Mushroom
Everyone happily surrounded the three human traffickers who were beaten into a pulp and lying motionless on the ground, just like they were watching three slaughtered New Year pigs whose meat was about to be divided among them. They were so joyous.
This is more precious than meat. This is a silk banner and a big red flower!
So when they were discussing who would carry the most fish down the mountain, there was a small argument - just like a group hunting, whoever kills the most fish will carry it back all the way to the village. Those who kill more fish will even walk around the village to let every household know. Or like the fishermen in later generations, who caught a big fish in the morning and still haven't reached home after walking all day - is this just a matter of carrying the fish down the mountain? No! This is the best way to show off your achievements and brag to the whole village!
Everyone wants to lift it, and everyone feels that they have made a great contribution.
Aunt Liu took the lead, put her hands on her waist, and pointed at the unconscious burly man: "I was the first one to cover this bear man with a basket, and I kicked him three times. This one is mine!"
"Aunt Liu, you are too old to carry such a big person." The man tried to persuade her, but suddenly changed the subject, "Besides, if I hadn't gone up to hold him down, how could an old lady like you hold down such a fat bear? Let's each take half."
"You're dreaming! What have you done to deserve half of it? If you can't carry it, can't I drag it? Anyway, this is not a good thing. If it breaks, it breaks." Aunt Liu put her hands on her hips.
"I kicked the ugly one first!" An old man jumped out and imitated the action at that time and kicked the triangle-eyed guy on the butt, "Just like this!"
"Then I was the first one to hit him! It was such a loud noise, you must have heard it!" Another guy followed suit and punched Triangle Eyes, "It was so loud!"
"The blood streaks on his face were caused by me scratching him! I scratched him like this!"
Chirping, clamoring, gesticulating.
The trio of human traffickers suffered new injuries in this verbal and physical debate among the villagers.
As the villagers were arguing with saliva flying, they asked Song Ruan to judge the matter - her stabbing of the tree trunk was outstanding, and with a little bit of awe, everyone unanimously agreed that the small human trafficker was her trophy - and precisely because Song Ruan's achievements had been recognized and there was no need to argue anymore, she was considered a "relatively fair outsider" and everyone wanted to canvass for votes from her.
But Song Ruan didn't want to be a judge. She already had the first silk banner for the Dongfeng Brigade, and she wasn't very interested in the reward which would obviously be divided thinly given the large number of participants - she poked the tree trunk purely out of interest.
When they heard that Song Ruan would not participate in sharing the credit, the villagers praised her for being a good girl who did good deeds without leaving a name, and they should learn from her, but turned around and beat her even more fiercely.
Bah, only fools would do good deeds without leaving their names!
Of course, we still have to praise them. If there are more fools like this, they will be the ones who take advantage!
People do not share the same joys and sorrows. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, Wu Jianguo stood out with his droopy face and a look of despair.
But——who would be happy?
He only felt that the sticky spot on his butt was spread further by the rubbing of his pants. He wanted to pull the piece of cloth on his butt but stopped, and wanted to pull it again.
A villager noticed her expression and said with a smile: "Weimin's wife, are you still scared? It's okay. We have already dealt with the traffickers."
As he spoke, he sniffed in confusion.
Wu Jianguo was startled, afraid that he might smell something, and said quickly: "I have to go pick some more mushrooms, otherwise my mother-in-law will scold me."
The man thought of Grandma Sun's temper and felt a little sympathetic: "Then go ahead."
Wu Jianguo ran away.
He picked up the stove hook he brought with him - after all, this thing was made of iron and was still quite valuable in that era. If he couldn't find it, that old pious woman, Grandma Sun, would definitely nag him again, so he went to the grove to look for his backpack.
The three backpacks are all there. I guess Han Zhenzhen and Song Ruan put them here in a hurry to catch the human traffickers.
He recognized that the oldest one was his own. Compared with the almost zero number of mushrooms before he left, the backpack was now filled with more than half of the mushrooms, which were probably picked for him by Han Zhenzhen and Song Ruan.
Of course they had to help him pick it up! He is in bad luck today!
Wu Jianguo was furious and dumped the mushrooms from Han Zhenzhen's backpack into the basket. He was about to reach out to Song Ruan, but suddenly he remembered the scene where she hugged a huge tree and poked the human trafficker like poking a billiard ball. His hand stopped before his brain did.
"Forget it. I already have a basket full. I can't take any more back!" He said sternly. "I'm not the kind of person who is greedy."
The wet mushrooms were heavy, and the backpack was large and held a lot of mushrooms. Wu Jianguo dug a hole every time he walked on the muddy ground, but the huge backpack just blocked his butt, giving him a sense of security.
Wu Jianguo rarely complained. He carried his backpack obediently, bypassed the main road where the villagers gathered, and walked down the mountain along the small path.
Here, Han Zhenzhen and Song Ruan watched the villagers' exciting duel - no one was willing to give in, and in the end they just rushed forward and whoever grabbed the item first got it.
The three human traffickers probably never thought that they would be so popular in their lives. From head to limbs, there were at least three pairs of hands covering every part of their body, each pulling in different directions.
The triangular-eyed man's eyeballs bulged out due to being pulled, the rat's tongue stuck out due to being pulled, and the burly man almost became a thin and long man.
In a state of unconsciousness, Haozi seemed to see his grandmother waving at him, and he was overwhelmed with grief. He complained to his grandmother in tears - if he had been as popular as he is now when he was looking for a wife, no, no, no, if he had been one-tenth as popular as he is now, if there had been a girl who would pay attention to him, he would not have embarked on such a path of no return!
Seeing that the man was about to be tortured to death, the villagers had to take a step back - although they had never caught human traffickers before, decades of hunting experience told them that a living person is more valuable than a dead person, and a recently dead person is more valuable than one that has been dead for a long time.
Moreover, this is not simply a matter of money. These are the lighters for the incense in their ancestral graves, and the paper and pen for the family tree. There cannot be any mistakes.
In the end, they carried the people down the mountain, one person carrying a piece of land at a time, in a posture of five horses pulling the person apart. There were many open and covert struggles along the way.
Han Zhenzhen smacked her lips, savoring the taste as she walked toward the mushroom forest: "I didn't expect the people in our team to be so righteous."
Before he could finish his words, he saw his empty backpack and it turned into a scream: "Fuck! My mushrooms!"
She rushed forward and flipped over, and sure enough, there was not a single flower left.
She almost cried out of anger: "Who is this, stealing mushrooms!"
She got up early, climbed two hills, got hit on the face many times by branches and leaves on the path, and got her trouser legs pricked by cockleburs before she picked the mushrooms!
She sobbed and held the backpack to find Song Ruan: "Wow, someone stole our mushrooms... Why is yours still there?!"
She stretched her neck in disbelief to look at Song Ruan's backpack, rubbed her eyes, then looked at her own, and rubbed them again.
"And you only stole from me??!!"
She couldn't hold it in any longer and screamed, "I've never seen anyone being bullied like this!!!"
Seeing Han Zhenzhen jumping and howling like an exploded pufferfish, Song Ruan thought she was both miserable and funny. "Maybe it's because he saw that the mushrooms I picked were not good, unlike yours, so he despised them... It's okay, I'll give you half of mine, and we'll pick more."
Han Zhenzhen was barely comforted: "Then I did select them carefully. He has good taste."
She felt sad when she saw the land, so she pulled Song Ruan to the other side of the grove.
He squatted down with gritted teeth and began to pull mushrooms viciously.
I picked three and paused.
"That's not right! What right does he have to be so picky? He's a thief!" She jumped up like a monkey, stamped her feet and turned around, "Does he think he's selecting tributes for the emperor? What kind of eunuch is he?"
Song Ruan really couldn't help it and let out a short stifled laugh from her nose.
"This damn thief! Don't let me meet him!" Han Zhenzhen became angrier and angrier the more she thought about it, and in a fit of rage she slammed the backpack to the side.
The backpack fell on a stone as high as a man's knee. I don't know which corner it touched, but it bounced high up, turned around in the air, and fell down with its mouth facing down.
It was like a cage that fell from the sky, covering a frightened gray shadow that was flying upwards in the grass.
With a clang, the backpack covered the gray shadow, like a bell hung on the ground, firmly embedded in the soil, with faint flapping sounds coming from inside.
Song Ruan:? ? ?
Han Zhenzhen:? ? ?
She scratched her face in confusion. "Just now, did I, like, grab something?"
A panicked "oh-oh-oh" sound came from the upside-down backpack, and something was struggling to get out.
"Fuck!" Han Zhenzhen rushed over and held it down, her eyes shining, "We can eat pheasant stewed with mushrooms today!"
She reached out to take the chicken out, but then she pulled her hand back when she remembered the painful lesson she learned last time when she killed the chicken.
"Song Ruan, come here and crush it to death. We'll eat chicken today!" she screamed excitedly.
"Let's go back and crush it to death. It will be more fresh." Song Ruan thought for a while and suggested.
“That’s fine!!”
Han Zhenzhen moved a stone to press on the chicken to prevent it from knocking it away: "Then use your backpack to pick it up first."
After picking up a chicken for nothing, Han Zhenzhen's spirit for picking mushrooms was rekindled, and she launched a sweeping attack on the mushrooms in the woods.
When she threw another gray mushroom into Song Ruan's backpack, the anti-jing system couldn't help it and sang as if nothing had happened.
[Gray umbrella, white pole, lie down on the board after eating~]
Song Ruan picked up the small mushroom and asked, "Is this it?"
The system was about to answer when the CPU suddenly felt a gaze. The damn administrator was staring at it again!
Really free time.
To fleece it is like asking for its life.
Just stare and stare, it's so funny that it makes everyone seem scared.
[Who sent you to me?]
The anti-jing system sang while righteously scolding the administrator
[What are you looking at? I can't even sing a song. Be careful or I'll file a complaint against you for violating your personal freedom.]
Song Ruan understood and quickly picked up the mushrooms, showing them to Han Zhenzhen: "This kind of mushroom is poisonous and cannot be eaten."
"Ah?" Han Zhenzhen took it subconsciously. Her eyes widened when she heard it and she subconsciously asked, "It's poisonous? What kind of poison?"
Is this Wubu Powder or a sweat-inducing drug?
Song Ruan also asked.
[I am a little bird~~]
[I want to fly higher~]
[Ahhhh~ Ahh ...
[I saw ~ mountains ~ mountains and rivers ~]
Seeing Song Ruan blinking and not responding, he still doesn't understand?
The anti-jing system got anxious and sang again:
[I am a drunken butterfly~I can't fly out~the colorful world~]
Song Ruan understood that this was half-madness.
She suppressed her laughter and explained to Han Zhenzhen: "This kind of mushroom will make people hallucinate when they eat it. For example, you may think you are a dog and bark all over the street."
That would be so embarrassing!
Han Zhenzhen dropped the mushroom in her hand as if she had received an electric shock: "I thought this was the thunder nest that Ye Xiang was talking about."
[Your figure is so similar to mine]
Song Ruan could figure it out without any systematic explanation.
Suddenly, Han Zhenzhen paused and said hesitantly, "Then did the basket I picked up earlier also have a few of these mixed in? I remember I picked up quite a few thunder nests at that time."
"It's okay," Song Ruan comforted her, "The thief is not a fool. He knows how to steal mushrooms, but doesn't know how to distinguish mushrooms?"
"That's right," Han Zhenzhen gritted her teeth, "He'd better be a fool who eats without any distinction and barks all over the street, what a disgrace to him! How dare he come to me as a thief? If he dares to come to see me, I will beat him to death!"
After she finished her murderous words, she thought of her weak fighting ability and felt a little guilty. She stole a glance at Song Ruan and said, "You will help me and not let me get beaten, right?"
Song Ruan was helpless: "Ah, yes, yes, yes."
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